Creak.
Su Ziyu slowly pushed open the incredibly heavy door in front of him.
In his line of sight appeared some drooping tree branches and vines, completely different from the decayed and ruined scenery outside. Su Ziyu actually saw some blooming flowers here.
That was the breath of life.
He could feel a twisted life force spreading within, emitting decay and vitality bit by bit, as if it had completely fused into one. These flowers did not emit a single fragrant aroma; instead, Su Ziyu could smell a faint scent of blood. The roots of these flowers had penetrated the scattered corpses around them, drawing nutrients from the bodies to grow vigorously.
Facing him were two grotesque statues.
There were many strange beliefs in this world, and all sorts of statues were equally bizarre. Su Ziyu had already seen quite a few in the dim chapel.
Vines coiled around the statues and stone pillars.
